Hermione felt that she was falling into a bit of a trap with Draco, the way he looked at her, like she was a possession sort of scared her. He had a saucy grin on his face and he was nearly gloating. It made her plan she was forming in her mind more definite as the minutes ticked by.
“I might, but,” she let his strong arms pull her close against his side, and she looked at him shyly, “if I do, it could hurt, I mean, you’re so big,” she eyes were doe-like and felt like a boy was trying to talk her into her first time all over ago.